Wince though I may:
I (eventually) appreciate
each excruciating reminder
that not everyone likes me.
That there are others
more brilliant,
more talented,
more creative,
more capable.
That I am
biased and broken and blameworthy,
and sometimes
bigheaded, pigheaded, and worse.
That I am good at being wrong.
Ahem.
That I am great at being wrong.
That I am, in fact, quite extraordinarily small.
For I’ve only ever found
strength in my weakness,
joy in spite of pain.
Yes! That’s no mere platitude:
I’ve only ever found
strength in my weakness,
joy in spite of pain.
And to know that
regardless
of my flaws and failings
I am loved and
I am forgiven
by those I hold dear?
Wow. I’ll tellya:
That’s magic that can turn each wince to peace.